I knew it had happened once
I closed my eyes and saw a faded image
of your face. or maybe I should have known
all along. I should’ve realized it had happened
all those days where I was watching your face,
observing all those perfect imperfections
light up around me. that’s when I should’ve known.
I should’ve realized from the moment I started counting
all of the freckles along your cheeks, or
perhaps I should’ve realized that whenever
your hand held mine that your
thumb was always colder than the rest of you.
or how your neck was always the warmest part of your body, whether
it was freezing or not.
maybe I should have realized that I had fallen in love with you,
and you hadn’t with me.